B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Talkin' Back lyrics

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B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Talkin' Back lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] (La música de Harry Fraud) Brr (So I'm talkin' back) The Butcher comin', ni**a (So I'm talkin' back) Somebody gotta go (So I'm talkin' back) And it ain't gon' be me [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Uh, don't put no faith in no ni**a, no faith in no b*tch I was in the cell, thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich All these chains on my neck, I'm still a slave in a sense Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (Brick) You can't tell me sh*t unless you run your paper up Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us Lookin' out for ni**as that I couldn't get a favor from Shots hit you, doc stitch you with a staple gun You not a gangster 'til they put you in the paper once I know a gangster when I'm lookin' in the face of one Million dollar appetite, it's like I got a taste for one Ah, I really had to clean this dough You ain't a boss, everybody on your team just broke It was either starve or sling this coke Thirty bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, ni**a (ni**a) [Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Fat Joe] Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, Crack) Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh) These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, coca) The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher) My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, Crack) [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Chill with all that negative energy ‘Cause I'll turn a negative ni**a into a memory (Brrah) Y'all been takin' big Ls since “The Enemy” Southern slang, servin' your bumps for like ten a ki (Ten a ki) Drag me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein Threw that white up in the pot, gave 'em pipe dreams And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang ‘Sirus (ODB) No mask, we let it flame on camera Moppin' ni**as, movin' keys like a janitor Gangs of New York, my ni**as'll pull the heater out Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he'll bleed out [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back) The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)

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